Lo do ye wretch'd despair
Lo do ye worthless cry
No grace awaits thee,
Our days rise!
Whine like beaten dogs for stench'd messiahs
Choke out fearful begging cloth'd in fearful prayer
Submit your weakn'd worth to wolven priests,
For prostitut'd rot veiled as faith
Strike feebly at the gates of tepid hope
Leprous grasp falls short of your seeping god
Feed upon the scraps of splinter'd cross,
That even scavenging raven shall not touch
Wail you whorthodox of drown'd and conquer'd child
You have been judg'd found wanting
Crucifying nails remain to hold you up,
For you have been judg'd found wanting
No sparing god awaits your final days
Your stone commandments now lie in ember'd dust
Desperate slaves of parasite lost,
Screeching at your law is broke and fell
A blind eye in return for your lie
A razor'd moth at the neck of your truth
Rise oh weak to you inherit'd earth,
What remains in the ash of your eternal reward
Clutch at your fellow failur'd kin,
In great rapture worthy of your god
Whine like beaten dogs for stench'd messiahs
Choke out fearful begging coth'd in fearful prayer